My rant for the day

I don’t know what it is.

Ignorance, rudeness, just plain stupidity?

Is it just me or are drivers ignoring all rules of the road when it comes to sharing the road with runners? Whether it is stopping for crosswalks or not moving over for an approaching runner, drivers are completely ignoring the fact that there are other people on the road too.

bad-drivers-badI was so ready for just an easy, relaxing 6-mile run through campus. After a day of work, turning in the two papers I have been working weeks on, and finishing up my last two classes of the semester, I came home looking forward to a run, possible nap, and food. Instead, I started off slipping and sliding over a main sidewalk that was and still has not been salted. Then, I had to jump out of the way for the first time as a van came barreling towards me, completely oblivious to my present.

I finally made it through the run, running around a mailman parked in the road, and another car that completely stopped in the road to let that said mailman pass, forcing me to run in the snow.

Maybe because I started the run sleep deprived, and physically and mentally tired from the week, but the dangerous driving just hit a nerve. I try to adhere to the “rules” of the road as much as possible, and because I respect drivers on the road, I think drivers need to respect bikers and runners even more so. I mean come on, we will cause less damage to a car than that car with a driver on the cell phone will do to us.

Since being in Bloomington, my runs in the trails are rare, due to timing conflicts. I need to get back to my trails at home, where the only thing I have to worry about is rocks and roots.

27301_557636330932076_244776796_nWell, that was my rant for today. After some food and a good night’s sleep, hopefully my long run tomorrow will be better, and in a perfect world, car-less.


Being Crazy :)

Even though I grew up in a small town in Indiana, a book in my hand on most Friday nights, and spent my Spring Breaks visiting my grandparents, in another small Indiana town, I would say I have accomplished some crazy things in my 21 years of life.

Growing up a swimmer, my crazy life consisted of double swim practices and school. Each Christmas Eve morning was spent swimming 50 100’s.


New Year’s Day was spent stripping down to bikinis and jumping in the frozen Lake Michigan. (One year I did it twice)!


During Thanksgiving Break I woke up at 2 a.m. to meet a friend to run around town.

I wake up every morning at 4:45 to deliver papers around campus while everyone is falling back into bed after a night from the bars.

I have been to 5 concerts in my life – and they were all for Bruce Springsteen!


I went through a vegan/raw food phase…don’t know what I was thinking there.

I have a tattoo, and want another.

I have traveled to Italy and Africa.


I ran a 50 mile race with my mother, 4 weeks before running my fastest time at the Chicago Marathon.

I have adopted 5 cats, which are happily living with my parents back home 🙂

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So, I guess there are no “How I Met Your Mother” Legendary nights, but I think you can give me some crazy credit.

But what spurred this list on was a run Saturday morning I took with some friends. If you haven’t seen the news lately, Bloomington and most of Indiana got blasted with ice and snow Friday, causing the Tecumseh Marathon to be cancelled. Many of the IU Run Club members were signed up and ready for the race, disappointed they did not get to run up and down the biggest hills in the state.

So, we improvised. At 9 a.m. about 10 runners met at the tennis courts near the upper trails of Lake Griffy. Creating a mini aid station at the start of trails, we set off for the inaugural IU Run Club marathon.


17, 1.4-mile laps through the snowy, frozen trails. And it was awesome!

Throughout the loops, people dropped, not in the marathon spirit at the time. We had our cheer squad for a few laps, signs made up, and of course a bag of peanut m&ms for food. (thats all I ate through the entire race).

By lap 12 it was down to 5 members, four guys and myself. The slowest of the group, I was about half a lap behind the middle two guys. Though it was a solitary run, I had a blast. Running through the woods, hearing the birds and animals scatter through the trees. Seeing the footprints of my friends embedded into the fresh snow. It takes a lot of mental endurance to run an entire marathon by yourself, but out in trails the miles seemed to tick off with each step.

As lap 13 approached, icicles formed around my ankles and shoes, and my stomach was sick of icy water and m&m’s, I began to struggle a bit. But as Ryan and Andrew lapped me on lap 14, I was spurred on to finish the last three with them.

I finally made it out of the trails and started the final mile back to my car. The guys were there cheering me on and making plans for beer and burgers after I finished.

Waking up that morning, I was not planning on running a marathon. I didn’t really have any plan at all, just wanted to run. I think that was the main difference between this run and my attempt to run last weekend, when I ended up dropping out of my run, only getting in 10 miles. This run, was just a run. No matter the time, no matter how far I went, I just wanted to run.

It was 4 hours of snow covered trails and Springsteen’s “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” continuously singing in my head. It was 4 hours of perfect running.

Quick video one of the guys made during the run, I’m just talked about:

Ahh, the joys of winter

Well, it finally came.WINTER… I went to bed with a towel wrapped around wiper blades, apparently it is supposed to prevent ice, (it didn’t) and woke up with my car buried under snow. To remind everyone of my glorious job: I work as a delivery girl for my college paper every weekday morning, waking up at 4:45 a.m, (sometimes earlier because my body hates me) and begin whipping papers at locked doors by 5 a.m. Though I woke up to a beautiful snowy picture outside my window, my morning did not go well.


1. I come downstairs to my roommates watching a movie and the Christmas tree mocking me with its warm, just stay home and relax on the couch glow.

2. I have to scrape the 3-4ish inches off my car with my glove and snow scraper that is no bigger than my hand. (thanks Dad, for that handy little device)

3. I slip and slide all the way to the building to fetch my papers, then stall my car trying to get over the bump of plowed snow blocking my first stop.

4. My feet in my tall, black Ugg boots become soaked through as I slosh my way to the paper stacks.

5. I only almost crashed twice.

6. Found out my back brake light is out. That’s not important right?

7. My stomach is growling all morning. Guess my soup and Starbucks muffin was not the most hearty meal…

8. What normally takes me 1.5 hours to complete the route in, took me nearly 2.5.

9. Was not in the mood to trek out to the recycling bin, so I have about 1000 papers in my trunk.

10. Ruined my mood to go run. -Don’t worry, I did!


Ok, so my morning wasn’t horrible…I survived my first winter paper delivery. Next time, (probably all next week) I will be a little more prepared, or transfer to Florida State.

But, despite my bad mood and soaking wet feet, I forced myself to the gym on campus. I only had to run 4, thank goodness, so the torture of the treadmill was not unbearable.

Though I desperately wanted to go run in the snow for the first time this year, I think deciding to wait for a better day/time will make the experience more enjoyable and magical. Like tomorrow, when I go run the Ridge (if anyone from Northwest IN reads this, they know what I am talking about) twice… at 5 a.m…. Magical 🙂

It is funny; people say I am crazy for having this job, going to bed at 9 every night, and running everyday. I think it is crazy not to!